~Chapter Four~
Introspective
Well, I Don't Really Know Her;
I Only Know Her Name.
But She Crawls Under Your Skin;
You're Never Quite the Same.
~Invisible Touch, by Genesis
Disclaimer: Me No Own; You No Sue.
We smiled at each other and, at the same moment, grabbed a separate handle. With a soft creak, the door swung open. A bright light filled the hallway and a handful of rose petals floated gracefully through the gap in the door.
"Welcome~!"
Takashi's P.O.V.
"Welcome!"
The others spoke the words, but I remained silent as I stood a little off to the side, staying at Mitsukuni's side; as always. Not that I minded.
A small gasp from Mitsukuni drew my attention to the door. I was mildly surprised, not because there were two students at the entrance of the club, but at the fact that they were here. And, based upon the reactions from the rest of the club, I wasn't the only one to think that.
Tamaki spoke up. That, however, was no surprise at all, so I immediately tuned him out. Wasn't quite looking forward to yet another of my kohai's rants…
Do I have kendo practice tomorrow…? I mused, staring off into space.
Kyouya interrupted briefly, murmuring, "And profit off of them…."
I barely refrained from rolling my eyes. Honestly, why was I even bothered? I should be used to their nonsense by now. After all, the antics of the Host Club were not subtle in the least.
"Yes, it is an elegant game unique to this superbly rich school!" Tamaki declared. His arms were in the air as he struck a dramatic pose.
"H-H-Host Club?" the brunette student stammered.
The other one – the American, I assume – hid slightly behind the brunette, despite being the taller of the two.
"…the fuck?" she muttered, bright blue eyes wide as she stared at us.
Such beautiful eyes… Strange, but beautiful. I mused.
The brunette sent her a sharp look, to which the blonde offered a sheepish smile. The former sighed in annoyance, be it at the situation or his friend's shocking use of a curse word.
"I should never have opened that door," he grumbled to himself.
"Tell me about it," the blonde mumbled sourly. She rocked slightly on the balls of her feet as she said, "Remind me never to gamble again!"
Her friend snorted. Clearly, this had to do with their choice in rooms. He sighed as he surveyed the room and glanced longingly at the door behind them. The blonde pouted, an expression I found annoying on most girls. And yet this one successfully managed to pull it off – probably because she was simply cute. Not beautiful, not exotic…just cute.
"I'm sorry, okay?" she apologized, seemingly sincere. "It didn't occur to me that anyone would currently have a use for a third damn…" A look of annoyance crossed the other's face. So it was the cursing. "Darn! Third darn music room? Happy, mein Schatz?"
I blinked at this ending comment. That had sounded…Dutch? No; it was German. And as the two continued to mutter at one another, I couldn't help but wonder, Isn't she American?
Meanwhile, the Twins were talking amongst themselves. "Aw… It's just a guy. That's no fun!" they complained. In sync, per usual. And still a little creepy…
Tamaki appeared shocked at this. "That…that's a guy?" he whispered, somewhat cautiously.
Now, one should understand that Tamaki isn't the most observant person in the world. He was actually quite oblivious, although he did have his moments of brilliance. So the fact that he questioned the gender of the brunette… It had me wondering, as well.
"Hikaru, Kaoru…"
Everyone turned to listen as Kyouya – The Shadow King – spoke.
The Twins exchanged wary glances, then curiously asked, "…yes?"
"Aren't the two of you in the same class as our male guest?" he inquired, almost pleasantly. But there was something in his voice that made me question his motives.
"Yeah, but…this one doesn't get along well with the other students, so we don't know much about him." A careless shrug accompanied this analysis.
Kyouya smirked slightly and it was as though a light bulb had appeared over his head. Obviously, an important conclusion had been drawn from this conversation. What is was, however…
"That's rather rude," he drawled. He turned to face the brunette as he said, "Welcome to Ouran Host Club, scholarship student."
Ah… And there was the catch. I've been wondering why he was being so courteous. But Kyouya-san must think that this new student could serve as a potential ally in the near future.
Meanwhile, Tamaki had gotten right into the brunette's face and, astonished, asked, "What? This is the Exceptionally Special Student – Fujioka, Haruhi?"
Haruhi…Haruhi… That sounds like a girl's name. I wonder…
Speaking of which, the small brunette had made his (her?) way back to the door and was frantically jiggling the door in an attempt to leave, but the doorknob seemed to be stuck. Or locked, knowing Kyouya.
He froze as Tamaki spoke his name. "How…do you know my name?"
Kyouya smiled in what was probably meant to be a polite manner and said, "The school does make it rather hard for commoners, such as yourself, to enter this prestigious educational system."
Tamaki clapped a hand on the younger's shoulder. "You're a hero, Fujioka-san!"
His grin was rather disarming, but the brunette merely grunted his 'thanks.' Tamaki was not deterred, and kept ranting on and on about the kohai's lack of wealth and status as a hero among the student body.
Kyouya, who was largely ignoring his friend, chuckled. "Ah, yes. I almost forgot the foreign student. How lovely to see you again, Miss Steel."
"S-Sammy-chan?" the Twins stuttered.
Sammy-chan…
I had not forgotten the new student; there was no chance of that ever happening. But I was trying my hardest to ignore my growing interest in her. Why? Because I was intrigued by the small blonde.
And it scared the hell out of me.
***Author's Note***
Me (singing): The semester is almost oooover!
Sammy: And you'll start writing again?
Me: ...yes! Writing, writing... Of course.
The Twins: ...you were just gonna sleep during the entire break, weren't you?
Me: ... =^_^= ... Nyah~